The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He passed through the doorway into the street, A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, And he uttered some words that were far from sweet. And then he started to follow the chase, And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet, It made the people pause in a crowd, And lay odds as to which would beat. The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat, The errand-boy shouted hooray! The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand, And smiled in a very rude way; And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words, But never, until to-day, Did I hear any words that were quite so bad As I heard that young man say.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PSALM 15 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TAKE IT FROM FATHER by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: BABYLONIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |